(Intro)
Just wrote this
Big Finnam Freestyle

(Verse)
I need to call my little brother, I got no pics holding him
They shot him last night, he made it, but he’s over it
Used to steal in Safeway and Kroger’s for groceries
But I always had bitches, I done broke a few ovaries
It’s funny how you live a different life on the gram
Hoes be India Love but really be an Indian man
Plenty fishes in the sea but there’s thousands of catfish
I’m changing us to I like the plural of cactus
Want Trump money but I don’t rock toupee’s
So I guess I keep torching like the top of soufflés
A creme broule, them cheeks could get creamed today
If you make life Fetty Wap, and swing my way
In a sweet chariot, got my suite at the Marriot
My brother worked there so we could fuck for the cheap
Open the blinds, and fuck you front them people in the street
Then say fuck it, turn around and bust on the tv
Baby, money to earn is always money to burn
I can’t save it cause I never had the chance to learn
I was in the mall with the chance to smack it
And I got windy in my city in front of Chance the Rap
Now I’m that n***a, don’t touch me, don’t rush me
I’m out with your baby mama so you don’t bust me
Cause who gon babysit your kids, nobody
Thought she was a homebody but she turned to a hoe prolly
I asked you for help and didn’t hear from nobody
Now here she go, sucking my dick in front of my fireplace
If you want a verse, I upgrade it from my prior rates
I’m big finnam baby till my dying day
I met J. Cole the other day, he told me I have bars
So you think I give a fuck if you tell me I’m not hard